On the way to the mental hospital everything looks exactly the way you’d think…
Think… thick… trees.
The trees are all eerie, the sky is grey, and the air around is stale…
Stale…stall… small. Small!
The rooms are overtly large and colored so… beige… benign? Why yes, the staff is nice.
I’m visiting my sister here for she is not so nice.
Killed her dog and her… our, mother in the most absurd way.
Who would have thought something so.. ordinary... as a pen could be so deadly?

Pens are such discrete weapons.
Hiding in the open; much like she was.
Only after the blood dried could they read the story she... poked... into our mother.
And the holes they can make!
All of those...dot, dot, dots...
So punctual...
my sister is right on time; as usual.

I can see her now.
She seems so sad.
Sorta slightly somber she is.
I tell her I can’t keep coming back here to see her.
She starts to weep. Whelp. Well…
I tell her how well I’m doing and how she is missing out out there in real life.
But to no avail. My words do not reach her. She must be off her meds again...
Silly sister! What good are you without your meds?

Well it's time to go.  Bye little sis, here come the men now.

What's this? You’ve got the wrong guy! She’s the crazy one, not I!
Not I, no! I know not I! No. No.... I do know.
Oops! I forgot. I played the wrong role. Goodbye little sister of mine, see ya next time!